Notes from the Heart Healer Page #5

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I do have a column to write.

How can you find

a more perfect lead line than,

"What would you do if somebody

left a baby on your doorstep?"

She's right. Your editor will love it.

Look, let me call the office,

see if I can't wangle

a few days off for both of us.

Great! Now that that's settled...

Dot, wait I minute, I didn't say that...

I will stop by the judge's house

on my way home, okay?

- Dot...

- It's okay.

Now, if you get any more visitors

in the night, you let me know.

If not, we'll talk again tomorrow.

It's the right thing to do, hon.

Look. Hey! Even Charlie here agrees.

Yup, in fact, he is so happy to be invited,

he brought you a special hostess gift.

You shouldn't be out here, girl.

It's dangerous!

I know.

My daughter would never forgive me

if I left you out here alone.

Where you trying to get to?

As far away as you're willing to take me.

All right, then. Climb on up here.

Okay, he was dropped off in a car seat,

which means that

whoever left him must

have a vehicle, right?

It would also mean whoever left him

could be a million miles away by now.

- Yeah.

- Here, take that.

Should've packed a Hazmat suit.

Wow, is that, like, normal?

I think so.

Okay, here we go.

Yeah, okay, I'm gonna let you

take care of business here,

and I'll go see if I can find

something to fill the bottle.

Don't worry, champ, she'll get used to it.

- Here you go.

- You want to give it to him?

No.

You sure?

Yup, I'm sure.

You okay?

Want to talk about it?

I can't stop thinking about

the baby's mother,

about what she might be feeling right now.

You know, it didn't matter

that I was full of anti-depressants

when I gave my baby away.

I still carry that pain in my heart.

I think when most people see a baby,

they feel joy.

All I feel is shame.

I thought enough time had passed.

I'm so sorry.

I'm such an idiot

to insist that we take the baby.

- I'm gonna call the Sheriff.

- No. Don't.

Maybe if I could find the mother...

Finding the mother is the Sheriff's job.

It's his job to arrest her, King.

But if I make it my job to help her,

then maybe, somehow,

at the same time, I can help myself.

Come here.

Miss?

Where are we?

About 60 miles up the coast from

where you started.

It's as far as I'm going.

They got a woman's shelter here.

Maybe fix you up with a shower

and some dry clothes.

I won't forget your kindness.

Take care, miss.

Hey, there!

I heard there was a shelter?

No...

King.

Come on, King.

She couldn't drop off

a kid with a volume control? Geez.

Okay. Nothing personal, pal.

And that's just how I'm gonna keep it,

right, cowboy?

Woman on the floor!

Pretty good stuff, huh?

I thought you might like that.

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